Red Blood Red Roses Poem by brookelle evan

I can't stand to live anymore
I just want to die and end it all.
The pain of living is just the start,
I'm sorry that I'm breaking your heart.
It started with hate, but now it's little too late.
My life is a mess and I can only confess,
That inside it hurts none the less.
I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused,
But in the end it'll be okay because this is the only way.
I'm sorry for worrying you, I'm sorry for distressing you.
I'm sorry for killing you inside.
im sorry baby im sorry i hurt you and i never ment to hyurt you i never ment to be the one who crushed your world so im doing this *pickss up my razorblade and cutts deep into my wrist and crys out in pian* you watch me cry and die and when my body is limp do you relize i am now dead and gone from your life im so so so
sorry i made your life a liveing hell by saying these simpele words*hi how are you * and then from there it became more and now im dead.